After An Xia finished speaking, she turned her body and stared at Mo Xiaozao. Pen % fun % Pavilion www.biquge.info

"The bed is mine." Mo Xiaozao stretched out his hand and pointed to the quilt, and he could feel the softness of the bed from a distance, and it must be comfortable to sleep.

"It's mine now, you can just pick a random place to sleep." Anxia arched her body and fell to the ground with a thud.

It seemed that she was afraid that Mo Xiaozao would grab the quilt, and Anxia wrapped it tightly.

It was precisely because of this that Anxia struggled to stand up like a big worm, writhing and clinging to the side of the bed.

Such a scene was naturally taken in by Mo Xiaozao, and she unconsciously smiled lightly.

Anxia, in fact, is not much bad.

A ghost's reaction in this situation reflects the truest character.

"Actually, you can float up with the quilt." Mo Xiaozao's voice was not loud, and he was still a little scared when he didn't look at An Xia when he turned his head.

"I just like it, exercising!" Anxia roared, different from the previous voice, but a little ethereal.

Mo Xiaozao could only watch An Xia struggle to climb onto the bed, and he got up and took out a quilt in the wardrobe on the side.

After laying out the mat and putting the quilt, she lay down on the quilt tiredly.

She won't be confined in the future......

Falling asleep in a daze, her body tensed, the cold sweat spilling from her skin could almost bathe her, and Anxia sat quietly on the bed and watched her.

By the end of the night, the sky had brightened.

Mo Xiaozao opened his eyes, and his little hand carefully touched his quilt, it was wet, and it could drip out if he pinched it.

Turning his head to look at the bed, all that was left was the quilt curled up in a ball.

Suddenly, she saw a note next to the quilt: Write an outline of 2,000 articles today, and the content of 20,000 articles, and check them at night.

Her body was agitated, and she grabbed the alarm clock on the side.

Half past ten.

"Ahh Mo Xiaozao exclaimed, his fingers inserted into his hair and pressed it.

Sitting in her chair, she kicked her bare feet on the computer, and then stared at the screen, searching her mind for inspiration.

opened the little black room, and she still didn't have any ideas to open an article.

Turning off the little black room, she pursed her lips and sat in front of the computer, writing a story about crossing the heroine to become a princess? Rebirth and revenge are not bad, but it seems to be writing urban romance.

After thinking about it for a long time, Mo Xiaozao has started to code words.

The night came as scheduled, and she successfully released the mouse, and her eyes fell on the underside of the computer, Chinese characters: 20334.

Mo Xiaozao's hand grabbed his clothes, and his eyes fell on the pattern on his chest, why didn't An Xia come out yet?

"I'm out." An Xia lay on Mo Xiaozao's side, frowning and watching Mo Xiaozao pull his clothes and look at his body.

"Anxia, I'm done writing, you can take a look." Mo Xiaozao raised his head proudly, kicked the ground lightly with his little feet, and the computer chair slid to the side.

Anxia moved her body and stared at the computer screen.

Three minutes passed.

Five minutes passed.

"Rewrite." An Xia's voice is still the same, and she is wearing a beautiful short skirt.

"Rewrite? Anxia, you are not wrong? Mo Xiaozao fell off the chair because of excitement, and his little hand actually grabbed An Xia's wrist, "I feel good." ”

An Xia stood there, and her long hair instantly tied Mo Xiaozao.

Before she could react, Anxia deleted all the drafts, and with a slight movement of her hand, the outline was gone.

"Why are you!" Mo Xiaozao's face darkened suddenly, and his anger suppressed all his fear, "That's the result of my day, what qualifications do you have to delete!" Get out of here! Get lost! ”

Mo Xiaozao's chest rose and fell with anger, and his finger pointed out the window.

"Just because what you write is rubbish." Anxia sat on the bed, her body wrapped in the quilt again.

Anxia's body twisted and twisted, and her long hair danced with the movements, "You there, rhetorical errors, grammar errors, procrastination, no new ideas." ”

Her face turned pale, and she reached out to pull Anxia's quilt.

From the past two days, she can also see that Anxia likes to be wrapped in quilts.

The quilt was suddenly pulled and loosened by Mo Xiaozao, revealing An Xia's body, which also made Mo Xiaozao's mood much better.

"Apologize." Mo Xiaozao hugged the quilt and kicked on the side of the bed.

"Bad texts should be deleted, and rewriting is inevitable." Anxia snorted coldly, holding the quilt and trying to roll up her body.

"I'm the one who writes errands, if you want to become a god and find someone else, I can't do it!" Mo Xiaozao roared, his body bent because of the quilt.

"Your sister told you to listen to me." Anxia had already rolled up most of the quilt, her eyes fixed on her face.

An Xia knew that Mo Xiaozao would listen to her, and she knew very well that Mo Xiaozao would tell Mo Xiaozao that her and Mo Xiaozao's lives were connected.

Mo Xiaozao let go of his hand, and his body lost his balance and sat on the ground.

Yes, she was going to listen to Anxia.

She smiled bitterly and glanced pitifully at the computer, which was the result of her day.

"I see, I'll rewrite." Mo Xiaozao said softly, stood up and sat on the computer chair, staring at the screen and crying.

"You think you don't know you're crying with your back to me?" An Xia stood by the computer wrapped in a quilt, "You should know very well that Chawen has no future, so don't cry." ”

Mo Xiaozao cried even more fiercely, and couldn't help but hold the things that could be touched around him and threw them on An Xia's body.

"I'll kill you if you're crying!"

An Xia's words fell, and her hair wrapped around Mo Xiaozao's neck.

"Meow." The pure black cat stands on the window, with a small strand of white hair between the eyebrows, and the elegant white cat behind the black cat has two-color glass pupils.

"Mo Xiaowu, run." Mo Xiaozao roared and hugged An Xia suddenly.

It's just that An Xia didn't even look at her, and hugged Mo Xiaowu with a hook hand.

"What to see, go rewrite it, give me a new article before midnight." An Xia kicked Mo Xiaozao and sat on the bed with Mo Xiaowu in her arms.

She resigned herself to sitting in front of the computer, her fingers in her hair, and pressed her scalp vigorously.

The more she wanted to write a good article, the more chaotic her thoughts became, and at this time, the cat's barking sounded endlessly.

"Your cat said he had a girlfriend, it was the white cat in the back, and your cat said that he would be at home with you in the future."

"How do you know?" Mo Xiaozao continued to grab her hair and turned around suspiciously.

An Xia pinched Mo Xiaowu's fleshy paws and squatted on the side of the bed, her face was obviously flattering.

Suddenly, Mo Xiaozao came up with an idea, cat slave, cat.

Her gaze fell on the white cat beside her, the glass-colored cat's eyes were shining, and all four paws were black as long as a finger, as if she was wearing a pair of small shoes.

The day when the chawen will never come out?

She will give Anxia a good article now!

Mo Xiaozao raised his head proudly, and there was a burst of crackling at the computer, but in his head he was thinking about An Xia's appearance when he saw Wen worship.